Chapter 222 Back Tingles

As the final "Amitabha" was uttered,

Everyone present

simultaneously felt a chill run down their spines, as if a vortex had formed and they had already been drawn into it.

Most people are just grains of sand in the vast ocean of beings, drifting with the waves, bobbing and swaying;

If you're suddenly thrust under a spotlight like this,

Most people's first reaction

is to be at a loss,

accompanied by a kind of instinctive fear.

Feng Si felt his lips were a bit dry.

A year ago, he had personally witnessed the soon-to-fall Golden Monkey King leading a group of ancient fierce beasts, all reduced to bone fragments, to attack the City of the Underworld, but that was just a show of imposing momentum.

But right now, he truly felt like he was witnessing history.

Some things were no longer secrets in Hell.

The disappearance of the last Emperor was inextricably linked to the Bodhisattva.

Listening to what the old Daoist was saying now, it was hard to tell whether it was the old Daoist speaking, or the Bodhisattva speaking through him.

Lawyer An couldn't even bother to cry at this moment, because he felt that the development of things was no longer a simple matter of whether the old Daoist would die or not, nor was it a matter of whether he needed to squeeze out more tears and snot to further create a sorrowful atmosphere.

Doing some mundane tasks, acting as a black glove, running errands for the boss, and doing some overall arrangements were Lawyer An's strengths. He always thought of what the leader hadn't thought of, and he always did what the leader wanted.

But this game in front of him was too high-end, so high-end that he didn't even have the qualification to insert a coin to choose a character.

Old Zhang was a bit confused. He didn't feel anything about the final "Amitabha," but rather was touched by the "heretical fallacies" that the old Daoist had just said.

The little monkey squatted beside the old Daoist, blinking his eyes, looking at the old Daoist in front of him, as if he was a little strange.

After saying these words, the old Daoist just stared at the ceiling with his eyes open, not yet dead, but as if he had blacked out.

Zhou Ze frowned, not in a hurry to bite the old Daoist, but glanced at the ward,

and said:

"Everyone out, seal off the pharmacy, no one is allowed to come in."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, not understanding the meaning of the boss's instructions.

But everyone still silently got up, including the little monkey, who was picked up by Lawyer An and taken out.

The pharmacy's roller shutter door was also pulled down. In the room, because the circuit had been struck by lightning, the lights couldn't be turned on, making it appear somewhat dim.

Zhou Ze slowly stood up and looked towards the ward door.

The ward door was pushed open, and the person who came out was none other than Qing.

Qing had a gloomy smile on her lips, looking at Zhou Ze, and then said in an extremely hoarse voice:

"I'm very curious, who exactly is the one inside you?"

Zhou Ze didn't answer.

Qing silently walked to the old Daoist's side, looked at the old Daoist lying on the ground, and licked her lips.

But there was no greed or jealousy on her face,

only

a deep sense of helplessness.

"These three kids, their methods are indeed not bad, and I was indeed sealed."

Qing's voice was still hoarse, with a suppressed aura.

"Are you a celestial being, or a celestial slave?"

Zhou Ze finally spoke.

"If I were a celestial being, would I have fallen to this state?"

Qing reached out, took the disposable plastic cup that Zhou Ze had just used to rinse his mouth, crumpled it together, and put it in her mouth, slowly chewing.

Zhou Ze was a little worried that Qing might suffer from indigestion after waking up.

Actually,

the reason why Ying Gou didn't say a word or do anything after checking the situation earlier was because he had seen through the disguise of that black shadow.

Qing and the others had indeed successfully sealed the black shadow before, but the black shadow had also counteracted them at the same time.

Now,

the souls of both sides were still entangled together, and no one could say who would wake up first.

Originally, Zhou Ze had planned to wait and see, so he was planning to leave the ward with Lawyer An and the others, but who knew that the old Daoist suddenly had an accident. After the old Daoist said "Amitabha," Zhou Ze suddenly felt a surge of palpitation in his heart, and the direction of the palpitation came from the ward.

"These three kids are amazing, I can't hold on for much longer either, so I gave up, and exchanged it for a little bit of a chance to come out and get some air in the end, so you don't need to worry.

Oh, right, I sensed it, you don't seem to be too worried about them either."

Zhou Ze and Qing's feelings... well, there really wasn't much to speak of.

Although Qing and the others had been lying in the pharmacy for a year, Zhou Ze had also been in a coma for this year, and there was no communication between them.

The only bit of impression left was Qing's arrogance and despotism when she was a high-ranking KMT official.

"You gave up?"

A tug-of-war, a tug-of-rope, in a stalemate, it was really hard to say who would win or lose.

But the black shadow directly chose to admit defeat, and perhaps in another half an hour, Qing and the others would wake up, and the seal on the black shadow would be completely completed.

But the black shadow didn't seem to care at all, appearing very calm and indifferent, as if it had already transcended petty interests.

"I seem to smell it, not far away, there are two more of my kind."

Qing licked her lips again, seeming to feel itchy teeth and wanting to find something to grind her teeth on. Coincidentally, there was a cement block next to her, so she picked it up and slowly gnawed on it.

"The celestial slaves who were high above, who had been eking out an existence in the ruins for so many years, suddenly discovered that they had waited for a glimmer of hope, and a few small fry with a breath of life excitedly ran out.

As a result, they were all attracted here and gathered together, like fish in a pond, competing for bait and taking the initiative to get hooked?

Moreover, the timing was really just right.

When we came out, he was about to die, what a coincidence, what a coincidence, what a coincidence."

As she spoke,

Qing's eyes became a little red,

not angry,

but sad and mocking.

"In the end, they all became someone else's fertilizer."

Eking out an existence for countless years, they originally thought they were returning home in glory, they originally thought that in this human world without celestial beings, they, these celestial slaves, were the true celestial beings.

Who would have thought that they would end up in such a state?

If they had known this earlier, why bother eking out an existence? Wouldn't it have been better to just die with the celestial beings back then?

"The old Daoist attracted you here?"

Zhou Ze finally solved the doubts in his heart.

Recently,

one, two, three,

all ran to Tong City.

He didn't know what the reason was before, but now he understood.

The Golden Monkey King had said that it was fine for the old Daoist to run away, but he also ran away with the Daoist lineage. It was fine for him to die, but he even wanted to take the Daoist lineage with him to perish.

When the old Daoist's lifespan was already running out, it was like a precious gemstone was about to lose its owner and was already emitting light. Most people couldn't see it, and perhaps even Di Ting couldn't see it.

Only those related to the celestial beings could see these rays of light.

It's like a mosquito-killing lamp turned on in the summer night.

They were another form of life, different from yin and yang.

Qing nodded and said, "I was originally thinking of picking up a bargain, who knew that I would end up giving myself away."

As she spoke,

Qing looked back at the ward,

"In the beginning, I had a premonition that in the near future, I would have the opportunity to leave the ruins, so I took the initiative to separate a part of my consciousness and met him.

I planted a seed in him, thinking that after I truly managed to leave the ruins, I would come back and pick this fruit.

This thing is like rolling a snowball, if you're lucky, it can really get bigger and bigger.

Qi luck is like water, the real celestial beings back then liked to do the work of diverting water, treating the entire yin and yang as their own channels and chessboard, kneading it at will.

As for me, I can only imitate a little bit of the surface.

Who knew that when I really came back, I found that this fruit had already been picked by someone else.

It's fine if you picked it, it's fine if you ate it, it doesn't matter, I can accept it.

But your eating habits are really too ugly,

not only did you eat it,

you even planted it down and let it grow a little bit every now and then, and continued to eat it."

Speaking of this,

Qing seemed a little excited,

pointing at her face,

and said:

"Eking out an existence to survive, how much flesh do I have left on my body, and you people are still continuing to scrape the bone and suck the marrow, are you still human?"

Boss Zhou shook his head and said, "Strictly speaking, none of us here are human."

Qing was stunned for a moment, then suddenly understood, nodded, and said:

"Humans are the knives and cutting boards, and I am the fish and meat, I understand this principle. When that one came up and slashed down with a sword, I knew, it was over, it was all over.

I was lucky enough not to die, and when I finally ran out and took a look.

There was actually a pair of eyes staring at you from above, always on guard against you.

I can even feel that

he is actually just looking for your fault

so that he can justifiably kill you.

It seems that even if the celestial beings of the past didn't die, they would have to bow their heads, bend their waists, and be kind and gentle in this era.

The few of us were small fry in the past, and we are still small fry now."

Qing's voice became lower and lower.

Zhou Ze still couldn't understand, he always felt that there was something that couldn't be explained.

Everyone had experienced it, but it seemed that everyone was just an observer now.

At this moment,

the old Daoist, who had been out of it for a long time, suddenly spat out another mouthful of blood.

His face became even more flushed.

On his forehead,

a faint white light appeared, and this white light was constantly dissipating. This was a sign of soul succession.

Qing lowered her head, looked at the old Daoist, and felt a little distressed,

and said:

"If he just dies like this, even if you take away seventy or eighty percent of that thing, there will still be a mouthful of soup left, who will benefit?"

As she spoke, Qing looked at Zhou Ze again.

Boss Zhou didn't have the joy of getting a bargain. In Zhou Ze's heart, the Daoist lineage was really not as important as the old Daoist's life.

However,

at this moment,

the old Daoist, who had not spoken since saying "Amitabha" for the last time,

suddenly moved his lips.

His tone suddenly became extremely strange again,

with a hint of mockery,

a hint of casualness,

and even some interspersed etherealness and uninhibitedness.

"Heh, is this what a celestial being is?"

Boss Zhou was completely confused. Was the old Daoist having a personality split before he died?

But Qing, who had already regained her composure,

suddenly revealed a look of horror,

pointing at the old Daoist,

and said in shock:

"It's...it's...it's you!"

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A bit of writer's block, there will be another chapter before 2 am.